Singularity Trap Novels & Stories

For an instant moment, I couldn't stop myself from falling apart anymore. Tripping on a runway show was the biggest shame for a model. If someone had sided with the higher ups bad side, her career was bound to be fall down. At that moment, I was having no less danger than this situation. I remembered the last incident happened with Model Sana. She tripped on her high heels over the runway and as a result, the brand cancelled their Contract with her. Even they blamed telling that Sana wasn't professional.

A guy who ended his life for he could no longer endure the torment from his mate. That's why Lavina accepted Kagern's proposal to be his love even if they were not sure that they would really become mates. She wanted to be an opposite of that mate who tormented her second half to death. She wanted to give him an unconditional love, a love that Kagern never wanted.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

She’d always been curious about what the auras looked like and why they weren’t more distracting for those that could see them. “No, I think it’s safe if no one touches it right now. But we should keep an eye out for others. We don’t want to end up cornered by a whack of these and then find the trigger the hard way.” Dave’s words held the sinister meaning of a trap where the trigger was in the centre of a space, but the attack would come from around them and trapping them inside an attack radius. Insidious and cowardly.

I did not wait for her to answer but got up and walk to another door and disappeared behind it. My heart was singing, she was trapped. She was all mine now, to do whatever I wished.

My doing. Now. The Devourer’s tendril, sensing the immense power now concentrated, focused within the trap, spears deeper. Not into the memory vault. Into the main prison . Seeking the core chaos. It doesn’t understand love. It understands hunger. Ambition. Power.

"Or is he going after her to get at me? Naomi should probably stay back until we figure this out." "I already asked her to. Ww need to find out more about this Jerry." He frowned. "Something is really fishy. He wants to be found, and I wonder why." "It might be a trap." Allison said with a frown. He would not be foolish enough to just make them find him. "I know, but I will still try to dig out things about him." Calvin said with a sigh.

He asked them to share their deepest fears, their most embarrassing failures, and their most painful losses. ​The resulting wave of "Emotional Friction" was so intense it tore a hole in the sub-space vacuum. The Singularity-Class Siphon didn't swallow the fleet—it was Infected by it. The "Nothingness" was suddenly filled with "Everythingness." ​The Grand Chorus didn't explode. It Melted. ​The millions of Siphons, once the cold janitors of the universe, began to drift apart, their hulls turning from obsidian to a soft, translucent amber. They weren't being destroyed; they were being Woken Up.

"That's what family does." Mira's hand trembled. Lifted. Almost touched mine. Then pulled back. "I can't. I'm too far gone. Too broken." Reality cracked. The unanchored people she'd stabilized—they weren't stable anymore. Collapsing. Imploding. Becoming voids that consumed everything. "They're too stable!" The Second cried. "Too complete! Creating isolated pockets of absolute singularity!" The first one collapsed entirely. Became a point of absolute nothing. A hole in reality.

"But we found out the ghosts were wearing our own names." "That’s the lesson of the Archive, Caspian," I replied. "The greatest threat to the Covenant is always the people who believe they are protecting it." The Self-Destruction As the sun began to rise, the Audit-Core completed its task. The red pulses were gone. The metadata was purged. "The sub-hubs are ready to reboot with the new, clean encryption," Declan reported. "And the Audit-Core?" "Initiate the thermal purge," I commanded. We watched as the hardware, the most powerful computer ever built melted itself into a useless hunk of silicon and glass. The Singularity was dead. The "God-Eye" was gone.